Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I.Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,A silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd ...
Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid,Flash'd blue 'neath its lid;As the cry and the clamour ran round,"The king has been crown'd!And ...
How spake the Oracle, my Curtius, how?Methought, while on the shadowed terracesI walked and looked toward Rome, an echo cameOf ...
Buy my roses, citizens,-- Here are roses golden white,Like the stars that lovers watch On a purple summer night.Here are roses ruddy ...
My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are ...
"Come with me," said the Wind To the ship within the dock "Or dost thou fear the shock Of the ocean-hidden rock,When tempests ...
My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest; ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
He saved his soul and saved his pork, With old time preservation;He did not hold with creosote, Or new plans of salvation;He ...
A startled stag, the blue-grey Night, Leaps down beyond black pines. Behind—a length of yellow light— The hunter's arrow shines: His moccasins are stained ...
He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),From her bright palm she fed her ...
When the moon was horned the mother died, And the child pulled at her hand and knee,And he rubbed her cheek ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
Beside the saffron of a curtain, litWith broidered flowers, below a golden fringeThat on her silver shoulder made a glow,Like ...
"No," said old Farmer Downs to me, "I ain't the facts denyin',That all young folks in love must be, As birds must ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round, For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutchesTheir dollars firm, he wus the boss; An' yet ...
"O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey; Why dost thou, dost thou float, So high, ...
Young Mary stole along the vale, To keep her tryst with Ulnor's lord;A warrior clad in coat of mail Stood darkling by ...
His cedar paddle, scented, red, He thrust down through the lily bed; Cloaked in a golden pause he lay, Locked in the arms ...
THE FORGING OF THE SWORD.At the forging of the Sword-- The mountain roots were stirr'd, Like the heart-beats of a bird; Like flax ...
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